The Basilisk's Mate
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Category:
Harry Potter AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
96,588
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
7
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The New Basilisk
Harry Potter woke quickly to a sound he thought he’d never hear again, hissing throughout the corridors of Hogwarts.
It was 4 am and the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory was awash with snores.
Ron’s feet were hanging over the end of his bed and the fire in the small stove was going out, leaving nothing but orange embers.
The sixth years had returned from their summer holidays for their seventh and final year.
Voldemort was finally dead and all seemed right with both the wizarding and muggle worlds.
Harry had woken to a sound that he hadn’t heard since second year, it was the sound of a Basilisk making its way through the Hogwarts pipes.
Harry quickly stepped into his shoes and pulled his robe over his pyjamas, grabbing his wand as he slipped out the door, through the common room, out of the portrait hole and off to the chamber of secrets.
Harry moved slowly towards the tap emblazoned with a coiled snake that looked ready to strike.
“Harry! You came back!” squealed Myrtle as she flew in circles above his head she always sounded like a bee with a kazoo to Harry’s sensitive ears.
“Shush Myrtle! Are you trying to wake up the whole school!” he whispered harshly.
“Oooo Harry have you come to visit me?” She giggled.
“No! I have to go into the chamber, I can hear a Basilisk!
“Remember what I said Harry! if you die you are welcome to share my toilet!” Myrtle blushed and acted implausibly coy.
“Whatever!…SHUSH!…LISTEN!” Harry practically bellowed.
“Mate….musst…find…mate” Said the voice echoing parseltongue throughout the girls bathroom.
“It’s in the chamber!” Said Harry and he walked forward wand raised as he spoke the password that moved the sink, exposing the hole in the floor, the Basilisks voice was much louder now.
“See you Harry!” said Myrtle winking at him.
“Wish me luck!” whispered Harry as he jumped into the large pipe and hurtled down it like it was a waterslide.
Harry landed with a hard crunch in a pile of rotting animal bones.
Frankly this was all so familiar, only this time Harry didn’t have Fawkes or Godric Gryffindor’s sword to help him.
He just prayed that his extra five years worth of knowledge about defence and attack spells were good enough.
Harry crept into the chamber with ease the rocks that had blocked the entrance in second year had been moved when the ministry officials had launched an official investigation. But how had they missed a second Basilisk?
Harry’s feet made wet sloshing noises as he moved slowly along the small promenade that was lined with huge angular snake heads, he cast a Lumos charm as he stood before the statue of Salazar Slytherin, the light casting eerie shapes upon the founders stone visage.
It was then he heard movement behind him, he was about to turn when a thick scaly muscular snake body wrapped itself around him, knocking his still lit wand to the wet floor and encasing his head and body.
Harry couldn’t breath, the Basilisk only tightened its hold and Harry was quickly starting to lose consciousness.
As the thick scales pressed forcefully against Harry’s mouth and nose he did the only thing he could think of, he bit down hard on the cool flesh between the Basilisks scales, praying that it would cause the beast to jerk away and release him.
But the creature tightened his grip again on Harry whose mouth was wedged open and cool Basilisk blood was pouring down his throat.
He had no choice but to gulp it down to stop himself from choking.
The cold, bitter blood burnt his insides and he began to convulse violently. He must have drunk 3 pints of the dark crimson liquid before the basilisk slowly began to release him.
Harry slumped to the floor shuddering, wheezing and gasping for breath.
The last thing he saw before he slipped into unconsciousness were two large yellow eyes looking him straight in his own emerald ones.
He could swear he was dying from the Basilisk’s glare but he wasn’t! he was still alive, why?
Harry spasmed again, his body arching off the floor in pain, he finally closed his eyes in exhaustion and let the darkness consume him.
Well what did you think so far?
What do you reckon is going to happen to Harry?
Please please give me some nice constructive reviews!
And Flames will forever warm my twisted soul.
I think I’m having a Harry the half-creature fetish at the moment! I even have a Harry the Mer-Boy fic coming up soon!
Love
Spiffy
It was 4 am and the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory was awash with snores.
Ron’s feet were hanging over the end of his bed and the fire in the small stove was going out, leaving nothing but orange embers.
The sixth years had returned from their summer holidays for their seventh and final year.
Voldemort was finally dead and all seemed right with both the wizarding and muggle worlds.
Harry had woken to a sound that he hadn’t heard since second year, it was the sound of a Basilisk making its way through the Hogwarts pipes.
Harry quickly stepped into his shoes and pulled his robe over his pyjamas, grabbing his wand as he slipped out the door, through the common room, out of the portrait hole and off to the chamber of secrets.
Harry moved slowly towards the tap emblazoned with a coiled snake that looked ready to strike.
“Harry! You came back!” squealed Myrtle as she flew in circles above his head she always sounded like a bee with a kazoo to Harry’s sensitive ears.
“Shush Myrtle! Are you trying to wake up the whole school!” he whispered harshly.
“Oooo Harry have you come to visit me?” She giggled.
“No! I have to go into the chamber, I can hear a Basilisk!
“Remember what I said Harry! if you die you are welcome to share my toilet!” Myrtle blushed and acted implausibly coy.
“Whatever!…SHUSH!…LISTEN!” Harry practically bellowed.
“Mate….musst…find…mate” Said the voice echoing parseltongue throughout the girls bathroom.
“It’s in the chamber!” Said Harry and he walked forward wand raised as he spoke the password that moved the sink, exposing the hole in the floor, the Basilisks voice was much louder now.
“See you Harry!” said Myrtle winking at him.
“Wish me luck!” whispered Harry as he jumped into the large pipe and hurtled down it like it was a waterslide.
Harry landed with a hard crunch in a pile of rotting animal bones.
Frankly this was all so familiar, only this time Harry didn’t have Fawkes or Godric Gryffindor’s sword to help him.
He just prayed that his extra five years worth of knowledge about defence and attack spells were good enough.
Harry crept into the chamber with ease the rocks that had blocked the entrance in second year had been moved when the ministry officials had launched an official investigation. But how had they missed a second Basilisk?
Harry’s feet made wet sloshing noises as he moved slowly along the small promenade that was lined with huge angular snake heads, he cast a Lumos charm as he stood before the statue of Salazar Slytherin, the light casting eerie shapes upon the founders stone visage.
It was then he heard movement behind him, he was about to turn when a thick scaly muscular snake body wrapped itself around him, knocking his still lit wand to the wet floor and encasing his head and body.
Harry couldn’t breath, the Basilisk only tightened its hold and Harry was quickly starting to lose consciousness.
As the thick scales pressed forcefully against Harry’s mouth and nose he did the only thing he could think of, he bit down hard on the cool flesh between the Basilisks scales, praying that it would cause the beast to jerk away and release him.
But the creature tightened his grip again on Harry whose mouth was wedged open and cool Basilisk blood was pouring down his throat.
He had no choice but to gulp it down to stop himself from choking.
The cold, bitter blood burnt his insides and he began to convulse violently. He must have drunk 3 pints of the dark crimson liquid before the basilisk slowly began to release him.
Harry slumped to the floor shuddering, wheezing and gasping for breath.
The last thing he saw before he slipped into unconsciousness were two large yellow eyes looking him straight in his own emerald ones.
He could swear he was dying from the Basilisk’s glare but he wasn’t! he was still alive, why?
Harry spasmed again, his body arching off the floor in pain, he finally closed his eyes in exhaustion and let the darkness consume him.
Well what did you think so far?
What do you reckon is going to happen to Harry?
Please please give me some nice constructive reviews!
And Flames will forever warm my twisted soul.
I think I’m having a Harry the half-creature fetish at the moment! I even have a Harry the Mer-Boy fic coming up soon!
Love
Spiffy